When The Storm Comes Poem by Aidan Cost

When the storm comes, I'm drowning, I'll be the first overboard,
and there's nobody to save me from that, I'm assured,
Waves will crash, wind squalls and leaves snap from the trees,
There's no fight in this old dog when she's swallowed by the breeze,
When the storm comes, it'll find me, and then it'll find you too,
Don't say there was no warning because it only starts with a few,
Once it's left with a moment to pick low-hanging fruit,
The storm spreads, it festers, and soon it takes root,
It'll tear apart your houses, yanking down slate from slate,
So when the wind whistles, be ready, don't dare to tempt fate.